Corporate Man is called in to investigate reports of vile, unethical business practices at Great American Business Company. What he finds there just might destroy him (except we all know the ending to The Tragic Death of Corporate Man so it should be fairly obvious that it can't really destroy him, though it can come close).
Enslaved by the Bonus Whores is an all new Corporate Man Adventure Serial. Chapters will post every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
Friday, January 18, 2013
“Keep moving,” Corporate Man said as they turned another corner in the seemingly endless labyrinth of hallways.
“Why? We’ll never catch them,” said Franklin Buck. “They’re always just rounding the next corner every time we get to a new hallway.”
“I’m less concerned with catching up to the office workers that are avoiding us than I am over the half-naked ones that are trying to chase us down,” said
When they reached the end of a long hallway, Franklin Buck looked behind them and saw a mob of angry, partially dressed, white-collar types charge into view.
“I think we need to go faster,” said Franklin Buck.
“No,” said Fair Wage, gasping for breath. “I need to stop.”
“I know you’re tired–” Senior Executive started.
“It’s not that, it’s this underwear. It’s bunching up. I can’t take it anymore.”
“I think we need to go smarter,” said Corporate Man, stopping suddenly in the middle of the hall. He reached inside his jacket and held out the greed-gun.
“What’s that?” asked Commander Credit.
“Pieces of The Greed,” said Business Woman. “Gives an indication of where the nearest source of overt greed is located.”
“It doesn’t work all that well, though,” said Senior Executive.
“Give it to me,” Commander Credit said. He snatched the toy gun from Corporate Man, held it in his normal hand, waving it back and forth, sensing the vibrations of The Greed pieces inside.
“Umm… We kind of need to hurry,” said Franklin Buck. “You know. Angry mob headed this way and all.”
For a moment Commander Credit didn’t move. He didn’t even breath. Then he bolted down the corridor, shouting for everyone to follow. They raced around the next series of corners and long hallways at a furious pace. When they reached a short, stubby corridor Commander Credit stopped in the center of it. He shifted some levers and gears on his mechanical arm and then pressed it against one of the cubicle-like walls. There was a whirring sound as he removed the bolts.
“Help me shift this wall into place and block off the hallway behind us,” he said.
They pulled the wall section free. Behind it lie another corridor. At the far end of this corridor was a group of maintenance men who were busy disassembling and reassembling cubicle walls. They looked at the
Union with a start and began hurriedly
reconfiguring their wall sections in order to seal themselves off from the
Union shifted their wall piece into its new location and
Commander Credit reattached it with the bolts.
“Hey! I saw you guys down there,” Franklin Buck yelled. Then, in a lower tone, “Should we go after them?”
“No,” said Senior Executive. “They just work here. We need to find the person in charge.”
“Well, now that we’ve got those office types off our backs,” said Commander Credit, “I think I can modify this greed-sensing gun into a more effective piece of hardware.”